Jade Fern Grove no vampires remain in romania

The grove was quiet except for the pair of wolves working their way through the tangle of green. Kigipigak was in the lead, finding it irritating that each step brought a chorus of crunching leaves or splintering sticks to pulse around them. He was used to tracking things across the scrubland of taiga or sheets of ice. 

Thankfully the scent of cat was pungent and easy to follow. It was not linear though: winding across the ground in some places, lost up one tree or another, leaving Kigipigak to retrace his steps and scour the area for more clues. As he was growing more frustrated each time the scent 'treed' itself, he finally hunkered beneath one white-barked spire and stared up.

It is here, above. Look carefully and tell me if you see it. Instructed the boy to Haunt as she came up beside him, his tone almost conspiratorial, trying to be instructive without alerting the creature. The scent was strongest here; high up among the branches sat the lynx where it had the rat pinned between its marbled body and the striped branch of the tree, watching them.